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Monday, March 15, 2004 Tug O' War Today was final exams for the class I'm TAing. Everyone I've talked to has said the equivalent of "Yay! You're finished!" as if I had volunteered for a term of going down into the stinky sewers to fix the city pipes while everyone else stayed aboveground. I didn't think it was that bad, but I'm definitely not saying that I'm calling it my dream career either. It's a lot of work, well, a lot of things require a lot of work, but it's just not the type of work I would want to do. It's sort of like philosophy. Not everyone would want to verbally theorize all day. Anyways, it was a bit amusing taking up exams. Some students completely ignore you when you come by and ask, "Are you finished? You need to hand your exam in." Time's up and they're still writing. The other TAs and I just gave up and let one of the profs handle it. I had to stifle a giggle when the prof was trying to tug an exam away from one of the students and she screamed, "No! No! I'm almost finished!" all the while tugging back with one hand and furiously scribbling with the other. That was my morning. I spent the rest of the day grading. Now if you'd excuse me, I've got to nurse my hand after liberally applying the red ink. [posted by S. Y. Affolee on 4:46 PM : ]
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